Wet weekend precedes a media blackout...

Not for the first time this year, the weekend just gone found Gail and I sitting inside our Torridon cottage, listening to the rain beating against the window as we eeked out our fast diminishing supply of firewood logs in order to stay warm. Meanwhile the radio spoke of a heat wave down south and the papers were reporting fears that climate change-induced water shortages might threaten the future of the Scottish whisky industry.

This photo below was taken during a lull between downpours which lasted, oh, a whole microsecond...

After three days of near continuous rainfall we decided to head back east early on Sunday to find somewhere dry for an afternoon walk.

You'll note the word 'dry' is used here in a relative sense.

Home in Aberdeen, I have decided hole up for the next few days in a sound proof room with no radio, TV or internet access until a certain visitor from the USA departs these shores. Gail is thinking about joining me.

Oh and by the way, in case you were wondering how this particular wire fox terrier dog occupies himself during a wet weekend on the west coast of Scotland, then click here for an explanatory video which, I'll warn you, is not everyone's idea of family viewing...